One night at camp
A somewhat standard (and tame!) story, commissioned by Dracenmarx on FA.
I think I should try to write more general themed things. This one featured no death or rubber or bondage. It's practically vanilla!
"Alright troop, time to hit the hay. Lights out in a few minutes, so go settle down" Mike stood beside the low campfire, glad to see his troop was too tired from the long evening hike he lead them on to complain. Once everyone was in their tents, he let Pete (the other chaperone on the trip) do the rounds to make sure everyone was bedded down. Given them a few more minutes to settle in, the two adult leaders doused the remaining fire and sat outside to make sure no one tried to sneak away.
After about 20 minutes, the leaders went quietly tent-by-tent, checking for any lit torches or loud conversations. Satisfied that the eagles had decided to sleep, they went back to their own tent.
Mike hunched beside his own bedroll, taking off the hiking boots that he had been wearing all day, revealing the slightly damp white socks inside them. As he bent down to take them off, he looked behind him to make sure Pete wasn't paying attention. He raised the socks to his snout and took a deep breath through them, enjoying the mild scent of his own feet as it filtered through the warm damp sock.
As something snatched the pair from his hands, Mike's eyes shot open and he spun around to face Pete - an excuse already forming on his lips. But the sight before him was more surprising: Pete was practically wearing one of the socks on his muzzle, eyes closed as he inhaled deeply.
"Pete, I - I, mean... what are you doing?", Mike said in a low voice, trying not to alert any scouts that were still awake.
"Seriously think I didn't notice, Mikey?" the larger male said, one hand moving down to unbuckle his belt. "I saw you staring when I was rubbing that cramp out of my foot. Didn't know you were a foot man, or I would have offered you the job"
Mike's face turned red beneath the yellow scales as he struggled to defend himself from the truth.
"Relax Mike", Pete said, now stroking his freed erection and removing the other dragon's socks from under his nose. "I won't tell no one, and if you want you can have my socks instead"
"I - I..."
Mike couldn't respond, partly from the shock of being discovered and partly from the surprise of finding another male interested in the same kinks. He froze, still dressed, staring at the masturbating dragon in front of him.
"Fine... how about this?", Pete said, as he shuffled out of his pants and moved his bedroll next to Mike's. "You lie down, and I'll give you a massage. I'm really good at it, lots of practice" "Pete, I -" "And then you can give me one, if you want to. How does that sound?" "I..." "Sit down, Mike"
Mike responded to the order, still clearly overwhelmed. Pete moved to strip off the other leader's pants, revealing the taught calves and tense soles. Taking them in his hands, Pete began pressing into the soft underside of the feet, beginning to massage the tension out of them. Mike laughed, still ticklish from the sensation, before eventually relaxing and beginning to moan in appreciation. Pete smirked at the growing erection trying to push itself out of Mike's briefs.
"Glad to see you're liking it. Wanna try mine?", Pete asked, moving his own foot up to Mike's face. Mike looked at the sole in front of him - the faint scent of the other male reaching his nose, and reached out to lick at it. The taste of sweat (not overpowering) and Pete's natural musk aroused Mike to the point where his dragonhood longed to be free of his underwear. Reaching down, he released the struggling cock as it quickly surged to full erection in the freedom of the tent.
"Oh fuck, Pete... you're good at this. Don't know how I'm gonna repay you, man" "Oh, I can think of a way. Why don't you lean back, see if I can make this more fun" "You... you mean?" "It's up to you, Mike. I've heard I'm pretty good from the other troop masters, but if you don't want to-" "NO! No, I... I kinda wished I'd be able to ask. This time... and last time." "Aw, shucks. You a shy little draggy, Mikey? Not able to ask for what you want? AH!"
Pete yelped as Mike bit down on one of his toes, playfully. "Shut up. But... you wanna, right?" "Yes, Mike. I want to fuck you up the ass. Do you want to be fucked up the ass?" "...yes" "Then lean back"
Mike lay on his back, putting his hands behind his knees to hold his legs up, as Pete moved closer and aimed his hard cock between Mike's pert cheeks. Taking the time to grab some lube from his kit bag, the larger male slicked up his dragonhood and aimed it at Mike's waiting hole. Taking it slowly, he pushed inside, enjoying the tight sensation around his throbbing cock.
"Oh, that's nice. You're way to used to this, though, Mike. Barely feeling a clench. You into ass play as well, you foot freak?" "MMm... yeah, I like - I like to push my wife's vibrator up there" "Kinky. But I'm a lot thicker than that, Mike"
Pete noticed the blush reappearing on the prone dragon's face, laughing at the embarrassed dragon and pushing himself deeper inside, quickly hilting into the warm hole. He moved his hands to one of Mike's feet, bringing to closer to his mouth and licking along the sole.
Mike was in bliss, the feeling of being taken by a thick, hard cock, the scent of his socks near his head, the tickling of a tongue on his foot. He grabbed one sock and placed it on his face before moving his hand down and stroking along the throbbing hot flesh of his own engorged dragon hood. As the cock pounding into his ass built in speed, he groped for his other sock, pushing it down over his cock and furiously began jacking into the thick cotton tube, cum quickly spurting out and socking into the fabric.
Hearing Mike's pleasured moans and seeing the dark patch forming on the sock around his dick, Pete decided to stop holding back. Pulling out and moving to kneel over the softly panting Mike, Pete stroked himself the rest of the way, quickly pushing himself over the edge and cuming over Mike's face. The look of surprise of the dragon beneath him was a pleasure to see before Pete leaned in and shocked Mike further as his warm tongue began to lick up the mess he just made.
"Fuck... that was... great, Pete" "Glad you liked it. Want me to clean off the rest of you?" "... please. But, lemme clean you too. I didn't even get a taste" "Wow... what a slut you are"
Both dragons laughed at Pete's crude humour. Soon, they were pulling on the soiled socks to keep their claws from scratching as they lay on their sides in a 69 position, each other's cock in mouth as the slowly licked and sucked the cum and musk off each other. Hugging each other's hips, they pulled the sleeping bags over themselves, and fell asleep all bundled up. Mike enjoyed the feeling of his cum oozing between his toes before it dried into the fabric, leaving a slight stain and a crusty residue. He moved himself off Pete's spent shaft until his face met the socked feet of his colleague. Pete carefully and gently stroked Mike's face with his slightly damp socks, the cotton thick enough and reinforced to stop his sharp talons breaking through and scraping. Under the warm sleeping bags, a face full of the soft and warm feet - the scents of sex and Pete's musk filling each lungful - Mike quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, Mike was the first to rise. He slipped out of Pete's grip and moved to put his uniform back on - ready to check how the scouts were doing and start the breakfast fire. As he slipped his now crusty socks into his boots, he felt a dirty thrill as he remembered his night-time fun with the other leader. Stepping outside into the cold morning, he walked away from camp to the latrine they had dug, wondering if Pete shared his interest for other fluids. He smiled as he relieved his bladder, imagining Pete kneeling before him taking the warm blast to his face.
He shook the thought from his head, going over how he would explain to any of the younger scouts why the two leaders were huddled together during the night - hoping that none of them woke up while the tent was rocking.
"Just practicing keeping warm in a small tent. It's the best way to survive a freak snowfall", Mike said in a low voice. He was happy that his excuse would hold up.